Authors note

This chapter took a while but i hope you'll enjoy. We haven't seen yet from Rock, Bulkheads son, but he'll appear soon. And the rest of the techno-organics will meet the Autobots soon. I must also warn for future chapters that there will be violence and gore, minor cursing and I also plan to have the twins talk about rather sexual topics. I also wanted to share with you a concept a gave my OC's. I feel that people with disabilities, diagnoses and of different color is often badly portrayed in media. People of color are usually portrayed as stereotypes and people with disabilities are portrayed as insecure and thinking that they can't do anything because they're different. Since I'm a disabled person of color I wanted to give some of my OC's different conditions and different ethnicity's.

For example:

Alabaster have albinism and usually people with albinism are portrayed as evil and scary, but I made her into a cinnamon roll, her race is unknown and left to your imagination.

Flash have tourettes syndrome, a condition I have never seen portrayed in media and I think deserves light, he along with Rock are both African-american.

Toni as you probably already know are missing a few limbs, she was born without her right arm and leg but had her fingers on her left arm amputated as well(why, will be reveled in future chapters), she is British, I'm thinking Scottish. (Fun trivia: She has a Scottish accent but talks with an English one since people usually have a hard time understanding her.)

I hope you'll enjoy my characters and I hope I portray them right. If not then I would like to hear it from you in the comments so I can fix it

The techno-organics

Chapter 11

This time it was Miko who was bombarded with questions. Everybody surrounded her, asking her too many questions too fast for her to answer. They basically carried her to the middle of the room and threw her into a chair as they surrounded her, asking all kinds of questions and at the same time tried to practice their hospitality.

Going, "Should we give her something?", "Are you comfortable?", "Can you tell us about the Cybertronians?" and so on. Soon Miko remembered what Alabaster had said, that they were children in grown bodies. In other words, they needed someone to guide them, preferably someone older. Miko clenched her fist when she realized she had to take charge, knowing she was technically the oldest in the room. She was no leader and had no experience with children but someone had to end the madness.

"Everybody be quiet!" She cried out and they all just shut up without another word. They stared at their guest, expecting further instructions.

"Take a seat." Miko instructed and they all obeyed. Either sitting on the furniture or settling with the floor.

"One at a time, please. I can't answer if you all are throwing questions at me." She whined and fixed her pigtails. They kept staring, not exactly knowing what to do. Miko placed her forehead in the palm of her hand as she came up with an idea.

"Which on of you is Rachel?" Miko saw the wheelchair bound girl raise her hand.

"Alabaster mentioned you when we brought her to the base. She said you're the medic." Miko started of the conversation and Rachel puffed up proudly like a bird.

"Indeed I am." She said as she pointed at herself with her thumb. "I'm the one who have to take care of these overpowered knuckleheads." She complained as she eyed the rest of the group

"You know, you and your father seem to have lot in common. He's a medic too and he's just as grumpy." Rachel opened her arms in an offended gesture as the room was filled with laughter. But Alabaster and Freedom did not join them, they had stayed in an empty part of the building to discuss the event.

"We can't make contact with them. They may have been nice to you since you showed up to be their boss's daughter, but for the rest of us..." She felt her eyes changing and blinked a few times until they cooled off.

"The girl spotted Flash's original just by looking at him, how do you think they will react to those of us that may turn out to be the offspring's of their enemies?" Freedom threw a glance at her right arm, thinking of the secret it held under the soft skin. Alabaster twisted a strand of hair in discomfort. "I understand, one of them actually asked me about that before I left." She admitted and Freedom held out her open palm in an I-told-you-so-gesture.

"But we can't back down just because of a question."
"It's not about the question, it's about how they'll react when they get the answer." Freedom corrected before turning to the sound of laughter. They did not know what their guest was talking about but it seemed to really entertain them.

"Do you hear that?" Alabaster pointed and walked towards the door that was only open ajar so light could enter the small room.

"They are hearing about the Cybertronians, that's what makes them so happy." She walked towards Freedom who was deep in thoughts. "This is not only about having parents, it's about having answers. When we were locked up we knew from the start that we were half breeds but we only got to know one half. And then we escaped and we got to know our human half even better but we still don't know anything about our alien half." Freedom walked over to Alabaster and gently stroked her cheek as they smiled at each other. "It's about getting to know ourselfs as well. To know where the rest of us come from, to know the history of our Cybertronian selves." Freedom's smile faded as she gently placed her hands on her friends shoulders. She looked at Alabaster concerning, scared even.

"I know what you are saying and I want that too, I have also felt incomplete, that I don't know myself fully but we have to think of the consequences. The whole reason we have stayed hidden is because we don't want to ever be locked up by any one ever again." She rubbed her shoulder, feeling a rough scar that had been left behind. "I just want us all to be safe and if anything happen to any of you then I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. I don't think we can handle loosing anymore of our family, especially after what happen to Thor." Freedom got silent and walked away to lean over a wooden box. Her hand was clasped over her mouth as she thought of the moment Thor was killed. If it wasn't for him then probably none of them would have escaped that day. Alabaster walked up to her distressed friend and hugged her from behind. Pressing her forehead onto her back and listening to Freedoms shaky breaths.

"He was the first one to give himself a name." Alabaster reminded and it made Freedom look up as she remembered.

"That's right," She hummed. "He had recently learned Nordic mythology and came to idolize the god of thunder. He kept saying how alike they both were." Alabaster raised her head from Freedom's back and stood on her toes to be able to place her head on her bigger friends shoulder.

"But he didn't stop there. He tried to give Valkyrie her name but she hated it, saying it was to feminine and that soldiers like us didn't need real names; all we needed was numbers and letters." Freedom gave of a weak chuckle as she smiled sadly into the dark room.

"Then he died and she took the name he had chosen, and now she can't be separated from his hammer." Her voice broke as the memory ended and she separated herself from Alabaster's embrace.

"That's what I'm talking about." She turned around and faced the albino girl. "I don't want that to happen again, and we don't know these creatures. We don't know how they'll react to meeting all of us or what kind of danger we'll put ourselves in if we decide to take your originals offer, to make all of us known."

"But Freedom," She started and took a quick look at the door that stood ajar. "In the end it's not our decision alone to make. Whether we like it or not they'll be looking for themselves and doing it all together is much safer then letting them do my mistake." Freedom sighed in defeat and put her knuckles to her forehead.

"Fine, we let them decide." Alabaster nodded her head before heading for the door and Freedom stood behind for a moment to ponder on the secret she had learned from their creators. The secret about who's filthy genes she shared. How would they all react when she herself was not at peace with it?

The twins was given a lab of their own to work in but was still under surveillance. It reminded too much of the facility they had escaped from.

'Such a cruel irony.' Anastasia thought and threw a glare at the closed door that had guards waiting in the other side. At least they had given them back their things and didn't put those power draining cuffs on her again. Nikolai had a blast getting to use their equipment, it was so much precise, powerful and mathematically elegant then what he had to use before; even compared to what he used at the other lab. He redesigned his saws from scratch, wanting to make them more advanced and give them more power. Sure they had made serious damage before on those troops but they could be better. Anastasia on the other hand was not of much help at the moment. She was more of a lightning maker then a weapons maker and only helped during a specific part of the process. With nothing to do Anastasia strolled the lab, searching for anything to entertain herself. Running her fingers over the metallic surface of the walls and humming with no melody in mind.

"Are you done yet?" She whined and made Nikolai look up from his work.

"Soon," He answered half annoyed but kept working. "Why are you so eager to test it? Have you suddenly come to enjoy it or are you simply that bored?"
"I'm just that bored." Her answer came almost nonchalantly as she kept walking the lab.

"Too bad you can't walk freely on the ship yet. It would certainly give us some father-daughter time." Knock Out joked as he and Breakdown entered the room. Anastasia's eyes shot up and she leaped towards Knock Out but was stopped by a bigger robot. She growled, prepared to throw insults as she raised her gaze to meet his but was dumbfounded when she noticed the similarity between him and Valkyrie; and also Thor. What ever she wanted to say disappeared as she stared at the stranger.

"Calm down, Breakdown." He said as the red robot pushed him aside. "She won't hurt me." He added as he stroked her cheek. She didn't suspect that her originals words were empty and leaned into his touch; but he was a Decepticon and the Decepticons were known for lying and manipulating. Breakdown knew his partner well enough to see trough his act and play along. He stepped aside, muttering something before turning his attention to the boy.

"Why did you decide to visit us?" Nikolai asked as he stepped away from his work.

"We where asked to check in on you and see how you were doing." He explained and stepped away from Anastasia to focus on Nikolai.

"That looks like those saws you used to take down our troop." He remarked and Nikolai put an arm around his original, who did not like having the abomination so close to himself.

"Yes, but now with the help of your equipment I'm able to make them even more destructive then before." The boy told, exited for the end result. Knock Out thought back at the bodies they retrieved. They had these big deep wounds like they had been attacked by a swarm of big scraplets. That thought made him shiver.

"It's not done yet but I think I'm able to do a test." He picked up the saw and held it between his knuckles and when he opened his hand, the saw was floating right above the palm of his hand. He did a few hand movements that made the machine fly around his hand, around his whole arm and without touching it, the saw activated. He made a throwing motion towards the wall and it dug itself deep into the metal as it left a huge mark before disappearing into the wall and then reappear trough another part of the room. Nikolai then snapped his fingers and it flew right back to his hand.

"This is only what one of these can do. Imagine what a whole swarm can do." He cheered and the two cons stared at the claw mark looking wound he had left in the wall, and grinned at the thought. "My first collection was activated by contact but these will be able to be react to the movements of their wielder." Anastasia walked up to her brother and laughed, "Just imagine how Freedom would react..." Before she could finish her sentence Nikolai slapped his hand over her mouth and hissed at her to be quite. Breakdown looked at them with a sinister smile as he walked closer.

"So there is more of you." Nikolai removed his hand and hugged his sister closer as he looked down on them with a knowing smile.

"Care to tell us more about them? I saw how you looked at me before, I remind you of someone." He clenched his fist as a threat. Now it reminded too much of the old base, and there was no way they would ever except being threatened or pushed around again. A big smile graced their lips as they looked him dead in the eye.

"Oh, remember this part all too well." Nikolai hissed with a pissed of glare. ""Do this and we won't do this to you", "Get back to work or we will kill you" or even better, "It is your job, it is the reason you exist."" Nikolai pushed Breakdown and he staggered backwards. He threw a punch at them but they evaded and moved themselves to the other side of the room.

"You are right, you do remind us of someone." Nikolai admitted in an attempt to change the focus and reached into his coat in case he would need his chainsaw. "Her name is Valkyrie and judging by your looks, you must be her original." Breakdown stopped in his tracks as he listened. Two thoughts was running in his head: 'Megatron's gonna like this,' and 'I have an offspring too?'

"She wields a hammer too, but more advanced if I may so myself." Nikolai noted proudly, congratulating himself for his best weapon.

"Why are you telling us this?" Knock Out walked forward and advised his colleague to stand down before casting a doubting face towards his "children".

"I don't know, guess I just miss them. And besides, it's not like you can do anything with this type of knowledge." Nikolai answered as he no longer reached for his weapon. They could not let them know of Freedom. They had already an fragile agreement with the warlord but if he found out about the existence of an offspring of his own, then there is no telling what he might do.

"What kind of humans can do this type of madness?" Ratchet muttered to himself but was overheard by Arcee.

"I know how you feel. I don't even know if I want to meet them." Blue femme confessed and shook her head. Bumblebee chirped in, saying something only the Autobots understood.

"You're making a good point bee." Bulkhead pointed out and joined the conversation. "They might have used material from the cons just like they used from us, and I don't want to give them keys to the base to anything that that have any link to the cons."

"They have already made a hybrid out of Optimus's CNA so there is big chance that they even made one out of Megatron's." Ratchet pondered.

"Does that matter?" Jack chirped in with Raphael beside him. "You seem so focused on their robotic sides that you seem to forget they're part human as well." That part of information seemed to only unsettle them, like it was a topic they had tried to avoid.

"A human child may inherit some physical attributes from the parents but it's the child that decides what kind of person they want to be. Just look at me, I have my mothers looks but I'm much different from her. And look at Alabaster, she's Optimus's daughter but...well, you saw for yourselves." The Autobots thought abut it for a moment, letting the statement set in and somewhat let them loosen up. During the heavy silence Bumblebee noticed that there was less humans now, and too quiet.

"Where is Miko?" He beeped and made everyone look around. They called out her name but she didn't answer. It didn't take long before it dawned at them that she was missing and most likely had followed Alabaster trough the groundbridge. Optimus had been drawn to the sudden commotion and walked into the room.

"Miko followed the freak trough the groundbridge!" Bulkhead exclaimed.